“Fate Reincarnation!” roared Shi Hao, his true form unmoving, standing firm beneath the vast heavens. His black hair raged upwards like a resurrected demonic deity.
At his chest, the true bone radiated light. The tiny figure within it rapidly expanded, rushing forth with infinite divine patterns toward the main body of Yue Chan, moving with incomparable speed.
In an instant, that beam of light seemed to transcend time itself, becoming eternal.
Yue Chan’s pupils constricted; her spine chilled and every hair on her body stood on end. She sensed impending disaster, for the distance between them was far too small to evade.
With a sharp cry, her icy jade-like body shimmered with crystalline brilliance. Light erupted from her, and she poured all of her cultivation into defense.
Yet it was too sudden—an ambush from a youthful Sovereign, how easily could such a threat be neutralized? Sovereign glyphs had already arrived, engulfing her moments too late.
“Chi!”
The emerging True Dragon, Immortal Phoenix, Taotie, and Golden Crow barely begun to take form before being instantly suppressed, shattering and retreating back into her flesh.
This was a grim omen—her Treasure Spells severed at their peak.
“Sky Mending Art!”
Yue Chan cried out, her once-pure, beautiful eyes deepening into an abyss. A majestic vision of a divine figure mending the heavens appeared, with beings across the nine heavens and ten lands kneeling in reverence and outcry—portents that would shine across ages.
Yet this time, Shi Hao’s arcane art was exceptionally overwhelming, surpassing all before. The little figure seated upon his Sovereign bone had emerged personally—it was the physical embodiment of arcane scripture.
“Boom!”
He drove a fist forward, colliding with the Sky Mending Art. The grand vision of mending the heavens blurred instantly, the celestial dome twisted, and space collapsed.
Between them, dazzling beams of radiant energy danced—an unmistakable duel to the death, yet imbued with a mournful beauty.
The figure birthed from the Sovereign bone gazed coldly, eyes shining like lightning, its fists wreathed in brilliant runes, shattering the extraordinary mending scene ahead, sending beams piercing into the sky.
Yue Chan staggered backward, blood spilling from her lips. The retaliation had been too sudden; her treasure techniques were all suppressed before reaching their peak. Even the Sky Mending Art failed to unleash fully before dimming.
At the final moment, she poured her utmost strength into invoking the deeper principles of the Sky Mending Art. At that moment, her heart whispered regret—she wished to relive this moment, to alter the battle’s outcome.
This was the Sky Mending Art’s miraculous defiance—it was innately unbeatable, capable of rewriting fates.
Her flowing hair and shattered robes revealed much of her radiant, pearl-like skin, like a goddess reborn through flames, her divine curves aglow with sacred brilliance, burning through her deepest potential.
Though the Sky Mending Art had weakened, it flared again with her will, defying her impending doom.
A solemn chant echoed, from two sources, two scriptures colliding and clashing, converging into their primal truths.
“Boom!”
A cosmic-like explosion rang out. The Sky Mending Art neared exhaustion, and the figure from the opposing side dimmed, nearing dissolution.
“It worked!” Yue Chan’s lips curved into a smile. As long as she survived this critical moment, she still had many means to turn the tide. Her heart swelled with joy, her brilliant visage brightening the void itself.
Yet the next moment, dread struck her. Though the figure had perished, the boundless Sovereign runes had not vanished; they continued to thunder down.
“No!”
Yue Chan poured every ounce of her strength into resistance, her body ablaze like sacred flames, attempting to block the terrifying law-infused glyphs.
She now understood—the runes still belonged to her adversary’s Sovereign Art, as terrifying as ever. The previous figure had merely been a deeper manifestation.
Indeed, in the past, when Shi Hao wielded his Treasure Art, only these runes would appear. He had never previously invoked the little figure seated on his bone—only lately had this changed.
The first time, that diminutive figure had saved him from calamity, perishing in a Divine-level formation. This second time, it had drained Yue Chan’s energy grievously.
Now, Yue Chan’s body gleamed transparent, like a goddess ablaze, releasing auspicious light, burning fiercely as though reborn from fire’s heart, radiating eternity’s aura.
Tragically, she had overextended herself. Caught unprepared, she was now drained—despite destroying many runes, she was ultimately swallowed by them.
At last, the Sovereign glyphs dimmed, and Yue Chan cried out.
Moonlight poured down, pure and pale. The shapely form vanished, leaving behind a girl of eight or nine—innocent and youthful.
Her hair, black and lustrous, her large eyes round and inquisitive—though radiant, they now brimmed with fear. Her fists trembled with tension; her torn clothes hung loosely, nearly slipping from her.
“Shi Hao!” she called, her voice sweet and crisp, yet unmistakably youthful, startling her into another cry.
Shi Hao stepped forward, wiping blood from his lips, his eyes blazing. The figure from his Sovereign bone had been destroyed twice, costing him injury. Though a manifestation of runes—reproducible as part of the Sovereign Source—its loss was grave.
Yet the results were staggering. He looked down at the youthful Yue Chan, now vulnerable and ripe for annihilation.
She, once radiant and mature, was now delicate and small, her large eyes wide with panic. She never imagined such a turn—how had the tide reversed so drastically?
Earlier, she had acted decisively, granting Shi Hao no chance, using a Divine Formation to obliterate his body before her very eyes—a precaution to prevent hidden tricks.
Who could foresee that had been only a false body—an illusion born of the Sovereign bone’s runes, possessing unmatched combat power, but not his true flesh?
Now, Shi Hao bore grievous wounds, having faced a battle rare in its intensity. He spat streams of blood. Yue Chan’s main body was indeed fearsome, nearly costing him his life.
“Boom!”
He extended his massive hand, striking forward.
Yue Chan’s complexion paled—what could she do now, reduced to an eight or nine-year-old?
“I’ll risk everything!”
She channeled her soul-force desperately, burning a hidden reservoir sealed within, though it might unleash unforeseen consequences.
Unfortunately, the hastily drawn energy was weak. Numerous glyphs erupted to shield her, yet lacking the strength of her prime.
“Bang!”
Shi Hao’s hand descended, shattering the glyphs and hurling her away, blood spewing from her lips.
“Surprisingly, she survived?” Shi Hao raised an eyebrow. He had used his Reincarnation Force to regress Yue Chan to infancy, yet she still tapped hidden energies.
The mini-Yue Chan screamed, her regal, saintly demeanor shattered, replaced with a mixture of shame and terror.
Shi Hao chuckled. Her present appearance was indeed a stark transformation—her battle robes turned to dust, her entire body bare and smooth, now a naked child.
“I’ll teach this naughty child to behave and obey!” Shi Hao smirked, raising his hand again.
“Bang!”
Like a parent disciplining the most mischievous child, he spanked a bare-bottomed girl.
Yue Chan was dazed—what had just happened?
The scene was almost unimaginable!
Then she awoke, fury blazing in her eyes, nearly exploding with rage.
She was a Fairy of the Sky Mending Sect, yet she had been regressed into a naked little girl by an arcane art, then spanked—unforgivable! It was an ultimate desecration.
“Little one, this is your punishment for disobedience!” Shi Hao narrowed his eyes, grinning with satisfaction, swinging his hand again.
“Bang!”
The diminutive Yue Chan flew sideways, her body still glowing faintly as she tried to activate hidden potential—but it was futile.
She could no longer maintain her calm, no longer the unshakable goddess. Her eyes blazed with fury as she realized what was happening—she was being spanked.
Under the moonlight, her scream carried farther than any sound should, as though the very skies might shatter. The shame and indignation burned red-hot in her spirit—one of the worst experiences she had ever endured.
In contrast, Shi Hao spread his mouth wide with laughter.
“Ha ha ha…”
Under the moon’s glow, striking a naked little girl like this—should any outsiders learn the truth behind the tale, they would certainly lose their senses.
Yue Chan’s eyes blazed, her tiny fists clenched tight. This experience was unbearable, terrifying. Naked and spanked—never in her childhood had she endured this.
She had been the exalted Fairy of Sky Mending Sect, high above all, gazing down upon mortals. Yet now, reduced to this—truly—this was a calamity beyond imagining.
Shi Hao laughed joyfully, his tone teasing, “Naughty little bare-bottom, still feeling bold and mischievous?”
Yue Chan regretted deeply. Had she known this would happen, she would have fought with her full strength—she had never been defeated among her generation. She would never have lost!
Only, she had feared that even after overcoming Shi Hao, he might flee, evading capture. Thus, she had devised a deadly trap—an attempt to eliminate him entirely, leaving no chance of return.
Unfortunately, a single miscalculation had left her vulnerable to ambush. The battle was utterly lost.
Shi Hao, never foolish, did not relax even now. His gaze burned like fire. He would not delay—for the Reincarnation Force had a limited duration.
He raised his right hand, slamming it forward in the final blow, ensuring no opportunity for escape.
Without a doubt, such a palm strike could obliterate the beautiful figure before him—golden glyphs covered his hand like a swarm of bees.
Yue Chan poured her last strength into resisting, yet she could not halt the inevitable. Her body cracked, nearly exploding.
The strike shattered every bone in her body, leaving her nearly severed into pieces. All treasures and sacred herbs within her were expelled, many destroyed instantly.
Shi Hao was shocked. Even a Venerable One facing such a strike should perish.
“She must have consumed a vast quantity of Golden Body Elixir, reinforcing her flesh to such perfection,” he mused.
He gave no respite, swiftly delivering another strike.
“Wait—what is that?”
Shi Hao’s eyes widened. Within Yue Chan’s body, a small jade vial shattered, releasing a droplet of blood radiating crimson brilliance into the air. It merged with her flesh, fusing with a tiny golden cauldron.
An incalculable aura of life surged forth—a potent vitality beyond measure.
“True Phoenix Blood!” Shi Hao exclaimed aloud.
He struck again, but the golden cauldron emitted radiant light, activating on its own, wrapping Yue Chan as it retreated.
Shi Hao’s palm struck again, simultaneously collecting all treasures, medicinal herbs, and even the bronze treasure chest she dropped. Simultaneously, he summoned the Emperor’s Seal, unleashing a final decisive strike.
The golden cauldron was peculiar—it expanded swiftly, enveloping Yue Chan within and enduring Shi Hao’s attacks, before soaring into the sky.
Yue Chan understood—the cauldron was an ancient, treasured artifact, its spirit usually dormant. Now, in her moment of peril, it had finally acted to save her.
From within the cauldron, her beautiful eyes gazed backward—filled with loss, despair, and humiliation. Yet finally, resolution burned within her, glowing fiercely, brilliantly.
Shi Hao pursued, but the golden cauldron pierced space itself, vanishing beyond pursuit.
“Little Chan-chan, be a good girl! If you’re still naughty, next time I’ll spank you again!” Shi Hao projected his voice with hearty laughter.
Yue Chan’s face flushed crimson—regality, sanctity, and her tranquil Daoist heart were all forgotten. She trembled with fury, especially feeling the lingering sting on her backside.
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